This is what my writing looks like on 2 hours of sleep and more Life than my life cup was prepared for. But it's growing.
More and more, I’m certainer and certainer I’m dreaming 24/7.
You may have noticed I haven't been as ... wordy... lately. Frankly, I'm exhausted. In a good way and in a make it stop kind of way.
There’s sooo much I want to write about the creative process and channeling art and all that kinda stuff, but the section of my brain normally designated for writing has been encroached upon by the whole of my whole being taken over by David Bowie and Prince. I mean, painting. But also Bowie and Prince. which I won't go into here, but this and the mid to end of this. Plus, there’s the matter of an 8 hour x 5 day work week.
Exciting news! ( – to me. Why the fk would you care about this?
I’m delirious from lack of sleep because of that taken over thing.):
Anyway, the news is my new Mabef easel comes in 7-9 business days from the good people at DickBlick, who were fabulous enough to price match the same model on the Mabef site.
[And why did I choose to give my money to Blick, as opposed to Mabef? Because Bobby at the Van Ness Blick was awesome when I was a huge pain in the ass (I brought him cookies the next time I came in. It was the least I could do.
New easel = bigger canvasesesses! More incomprehensible paint splotches! Even 50% less sleep and a 75% chance of floor revarnishment!